Not a question. A statement.
“Yes,” I respond, slightly breathless.
“Baby,” she repeats, lowering her voice. Chills run down my spine, my hands gripping her hips tighter. The teasing tone in her words makes my head go blank for a moment, and I feel myself growing hard under the sweatpants.
“Blair,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”
She drags her lips to my jaw, sucking on the spot. Her hands run up and down my chest, her nails digging into my skin over the shirt. I let out something between a whine and a moan, my cock stirring in my pants. The precum drips into my underwear, and I’ll be fucking damned if I come in my pants again.
With a growl that rips through my chest, I grip her hips, then flip us over. She yelps, eyes widening. I push her knees apart with my own, settling between her legs with ease. A small smirk tugs on the corner of my lips as I look down at her.
“Teasing me wasn’t smart, butterfly.” I murmur, dipping my head down and planting soft kisses along the line of her throat. Blair moans softly, her hands reaching up to touch my hair, fingers threading through the long strands. “I should probably return the favor, huh?”
Blair yanks me by the hair harshly, my head snapping back. Her brows narrow in warning, looking at me through thinly veiled desire that’s almost ready to burst. “Don’t you fucking dare tease me back.”
I smirk, enjoying the way her fingers dig into my scalp. “Why not?”
“Because I said so,” she huffs. “Don’t.”
A small laugh comes from me as I lower my head, kissing her exposed collarbone, muttering into her skin. “I won’t. I need you too desperately to have time for teasing. Besides, Lord knows when I’ll get the chance to be all alone with you again.”
Without another word, my mouth finds that sweet spot where her shoulder and neck meet, switching between nibbling onit with my teeth and kissing, leaving love bites all over. Her body relaxes beneath me, soft moans filling the room.
Slowly, I trail my hands toward the hem of her pants, tugging them down. She helps me get them off, tossing them aside. I settle between her legs again, my hand dipping into her underwear.
A moan that comes from the depth of my throat makes her shudder.
“So fucking wet for me,” I hiss, lips never leaving her flesh.
Blair arches her body further into my touch, my fingers circling her clit. The way she whines in my ear makes me want to either worship her body or devour her. And I can’t pick which.
My other hand squeezes around the lace of her underwear, tugging it, testing the elastic band. It snaps, and her smell hits my nose. Oh. Fucking. Hell.
“Butterfly,” I groan, pulling back to look at her. “I need you. So fucking much.”
For emphasis, I grind my hard cock against her pussy, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She swallows down any noises, and it pisses me off.
“Be loud. Let me fucking hear you. Please.”
“Arlo,” she moans my name like the sweetest prayer, and I’m too far gone. Lust, desire, and love for this beautiful woman cloud my eyes, and I distance myself enough to discard my pants and boxers. I stroke myself, precum dripping all over my palm.
“Fuck.” I freeze for a moment. “I don’t think I have a condom here.”
Blair shakes her head. “It’s okay.”
“Are you sure?”
Blair nods. “I trust you, Arlo. I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”
“You can always change your mind.” I push her legs further apart, aligning my cock with her dripping pussy. I rest my foreheadagainst hers, our breaths mingling together. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
She nods.
“Say it,” I whisper.
“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
“Good girl,” I moan, and she shivers.
